Here's a question that sounds simple but isn't: what does it feel like to be lost? Most of us jump straight to helpless or frustrated. But that's not quite right. Being lost doesn't feel like being lost. It feels like you're going the right direction. It feels like everything's fine. You think you're on track. I know this from personal experience. I've been lost in a church building, a Walmart, a mall in New Orleans, the streets of Rome, and the roads outside Glacier National

Paul is writing to a church in the middle of the Roman Empire, and the Roman Empire had very strong opinions about how a household should run. At the top sat the paterfamilias, the father of the household. His word was law. Husbands held full authority over their wives, who were essentially viewed as property. Fathers decided where their children went to school, who they would marry, and even, in a chilling practice common across the empire, whether a newborn infant would be